Tiny House Ontario is one year old. She is still Tiny! 😀
Happy Birthday. Your gift this year is some new siding. Soon you will have it to wear.
Tiny House Ontario is one year old. She is still Tiny! 😀
Happy Birthday. Your gift this year is some new siding. Soon you will have it to wear.
While in Gananoque a few days ago I stopped in at a cafe called The Socialist Pig. I won’t go again even though they have internet and the coffee was good. The reason, I did not enjoy it is because the smell of bacon from the place next door was overwhelming. I was with a person who eats meat and even for them it was “too much of a good thing”. I wanted to use my computer so I stayed for a quick coffee and while I was there I witnessed four other people pivot out instead of sitting down, for just this reason. I don’t know if anyone else finds that the chemical used curing bacon takes your breath away while it cooks? I really cannot breathe at all when I smell this. Perhaps it is another in my long and dragged out list of chemical allergies?
While I was not a fan of the smell of the cafe, I thought that they had an interesting idea for dealing with old unwanted books (instead of sending them to the land fill).
Of course, Tiny House Ontario has no use for a bar that would hang out of the ends of the house because is is so huge, but I think, if I ever have the opportunity to build that 380 square foot straw bale “green” home that I am always dreaming of, I may very well use this idea as the dividing wall (or part of one) between the living room and bedroom.
In the forests in our area of Ontario there are a lot of places that grow prickly bushes and thorn trees. The Tiny House Ontario forest is no exception to this. We have hawthorn, wild roses, black cap and raspberries growing wild as well there are several varieties of thistle including one that tricked me into thinking that it was a soft lovely plant… until it got spikes growing out all over the place.
We also have loads and loads of what we locals call “prickly pear”, I know from looking it up that prickly pear is actually the name of a cactus that grows in the Southern US, but it is not what I have here. The canes range from ground level to 6 feet in height but they bend down as canes do so the canes can actually be about 10 or 12 feet in length. They do not have flowers or berries, they have no detectible smell, but they are vicious when you try to walk through them. The sharp spikes go right through your clothing and dig into your skin. They take hold of you like velcro and it is difficult to get away. Walking through them is not, at all, fun.
Even though they are wild and unruly, Tiny House Ontario was built right next to a huge stand of them which is both long and wide because many wild animals make it their home and I want to witness them.
In the cloth porch you can always hear them scurrying through. I stop, listening and hoping to catch a glance. Sometimes, I see a chipmunk, red squirrel, black/grey squirrel, robins, black snake, and garter snake, woodpeckers, grouse, partridge and loads of other bird varieties, rabbits, coons and even deer and escaped chickens. We have also heard wolves, coyotes and fishers many times but not caught a glimpse.
I love all animals, and wish they would come out more frequently but I know that our scent keeps them as well as the more dangerous coyotes, wolves and bears back.
Fishers are about the only exception. I don’t like them or trust them to stay back. They seem to have no fear and can confirm I have heard them right up next to the Tiny House screaming like Dementors (from the Harry Potter series) in the night. These little killers worry me because of my tiny dogs and sadly they are also not natural to here. I understand that the Ministry brought them in to control the porcupine population. I grew up here, and know that porcupines are around because we had a dog that was always getting quilled and also because they are sometimes dead on the road. I know about these little critters, but I am not afraid of a porcupine who need not be feared unless you try to get to close. I wish that people would just leave wild things alone.
(UPDATE AUGUST 18, 2012 Prickly Pear is Devil’s Walking Stick!)
I wonder if we all moved off of Turtle Island how long it would take for nature to swallow up all signs of human life?
I think it would not take very long, at all, for all signs of Tiny House Ontario to totally disappear.
The driveway, is just a little over a year old. It was a lot of work to get it in but even so, in just a year nature already fights back against settlement. HJ and I spent an hour yesterday recovering the West edge of the driveway back from the forest because Mother Nature is trying to reclaim it from us. This is the third time that we have had to do the job in the calendar year. It is not a horrible job, but had to be done because driving in in a car was somewhat like going through a car wash; there was always something rubbing up against the vehicle. Admittedly, Baby does not do much to keep it back and I suppose if we were driving in and out more with a large vehicle that the drive would be more permanent. Even so, back to the wondering of how long it would take for all signs of us to disappear?
My cousin Vernie, one of my favourite people, let me know that he had some chicken wire to put over my garden to keep out the rodents. So I went over to his place to pick it up and he shared a few hilarious anecdotes from the past. He just slays me! His daughter Tracey has also inherited his wicked sense of humour so we laugh a lot when we are together. I love that my life is filled with hilarity!
Vern also shared one of his new inventions with us, a very cool corn planting machine. The man is a genius!
With chicken wire in hand and though it was raining cats and chihuahuas we braved the rain to reseed and also to put the chicken wire down. It looks pretty nifty and will be interesting to see how the plants can come though it. Hopefully they will not all be gnawed off.
This morning it was still pouring but the seeds seem to one totally in place. I hope it keeps on raining for another day or two since everything is dry as bone here and water is needed to get the food growing.
I left a small rubber container out on the cloth porch last night and it was about 2 inches deep this morning. Thus it was a good rain.
My mom used to sing… “oh Lord don’t let the rain come down, because my roof has got a hole in it and I might drown”, but we are dry in Tiny House Ontario as well as in town doing a blog post.
I think I will sing… “oh lord how I wish it would rain down on me” to keep that water coming for a bit and get my garden going.